( His smile turns wry before it smooths out into something lightly beatific. Steve's not kidding; that particular line in him is on a timer, and all the edges of the world seem to soften gradually. )
You brought me pants, ( Tony murmurs, loopy and touched, and Jesus Christ he's not getting emotionally hung up on that, is he? It's hard to get his free hand up with the various lines taped in, the slim, futuristic oximeter-slash-multi-sensor pad still feeling bulbous on his fingertip, but he does, in time to scrub the heel of his palm over his eye and smear away any escaping tears. )
Ah, a stuffed alpaca the size of my head, ( he blurts out with a short, clipped laugh, a desperate diversion, ) Tools, uh- um...
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You brought me pants, ( Tony murmurs, loopy and touched, and Jesus Christ he's not getting emotionally hung up on that, is he? It's hard to get his free hand up with the various lines taped in, the slim, futuristic oximeter-slash-multi-sensor pad still feeling bulbous on his fingertip, but he does, in time to scrub the heel of his palm over his eye and smear away any escaping tears. )
Ah, a stuffed alpaca the size of my head, ( he blurts out with a short, clipped laugh, a desperate diversion, ) Tools, uh- um...